7/07/2015

What's in the Box?

Story Sent in by Nancy:

I went on one date with Joe. I wasn't feeling it and so when he emailed me to ask for a second date, I let him down as gently as possible.

He wrote me back immediately and asked me what he could do to convince me to go out with him a second time. I thanked him once more for his interest (looking back I never ought to have responded) but emphasized that I didn't think we were a good match and I wished him the best.

He called me a few times and I didn't pick up. He didn't leave any messages. Then he emailed me, "I'm going crazy here. You're making a big mistake. Give me one more chance. I promise it'll be everything you want."

I didn't write back at all. Then he emailed me, "Pick one: nose, ear, or lips. If you don't pick one, I'll send you my severed head."

There was no response on my part. He later wrote back, "Expect my head this week. Goodbye."

Several days later, a head-sized box showed up with the mail at my apartment. It had his name on it as a return address and was covered in postage. I guess it was heavy enough to be a head, but I threw it in the dumpster without opening it. If he really did decapitate himself, it was a wasted effort.

The unsettling part was that he never contacted me again, and his dating site profile hasn't been updated since then.

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